Julius
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(4/29/06 8:14 am)
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Game Session 2
Yet another wonderful night to do wonderful things. Wonderful.
After shaking death and no sign of a ghost, I decided to head out to see what I could do to enlighten some of the enslaved. After gawking at some large gentlemen and their mistress standing outside one of them apartments, I decided to move to the garage; I remembered seeing some black sedans rolling into town like they owned… chances are they do. Then is hit me; the two big guys and the lady are probably involved with those black vehicles. Then is hit me again. Some kind of, shit I don’t know, chaos or something hit me and it hit me hard. I fell into a corner of that garage trying to steady myself. I ain’t shitting you one cent, chaos or the idea of chaos or whatever, sent me a fucking signal saying, “Go back to that fucking house and do your god damn job, hippie!”. So I did.
Well, that’s only partly true. In fact, two “partly”s. One, I checked the house and found out that it belonged to that Cleo lady. Second, she had something Taggart wanted. While trying to jimmy the lock, my mind snapped again; this isn’t what it meant. It was telling to not do this favor for Taggart. So I didn’t. I left, and just in time, ‘cause some of her goon squad showed up giving me a rough looking over. Fuck’em.
So there I was, drifting again, not a plan in my head when I saw it; few things in a Ravnos’ life brings joy, and this is one of the big ones. Right there, in the middle of this below-middle-class vomit-bucket was a fucking casino. It even looked like it was jam packed full of some hefty lookin’ marks. Fucking senators, fucking god damn senators in a town where there’s a ten to one ratio of sents and pigs. Wow. So, I daftly entered, looking for the first tick. Shockingly enough I actually went into the bathroom and dusised up so I’d fit in. After a bit of wandering, I spot me a back table, nice and shady. The senator I spoke with in the bathroom was playing with two other gentlemen and some snob-lady. You know the type; “Fetch me water from the volcano, peasant”.
One round of backgammon or whatever the hell it was nets me $125,000. What a fucking waste of time. Then, I get the idea of maybe bribing the goons over at that Cleo’s place, because if there’s no thing that Desmond can’t resist, it something sharp. I get stopped half-way by the priest I met at Taggart’s and Cleo herself. Something was definitely not slipping in place so I followed them inside. They obviously knew something I didn’t. A little light chatter and then the fucking priest wants to kill me. Somehow I get stuck in place and the priest looks like he’s going to start doing non-priest things to me… or they could be his type of priest of things, beats the hell out of me. Anyway, he stares looking all googily-eyed at me, and then he, like, falls into the fucking corner of the room. I don’t think that even I could pull a trick like that. Things got a little rushed after that and I found myself back inside the casino.
I’ve always enjoyed the idea of the being a harbinger of chaos, but this night just didn’t seem to follow me well. Yeah, there was the randomness, but I didn’t feel like it was helping anyone. I followed Cleo (for reasons still unknown to me) upstairs where she met some… guy, I guess. I think he was Kindred, he seemed very holier-than-thou. They exchanged some words and went to the roof. I, however, was far to confused with what was happening; nothing around me chimed to be changed. I felt… lonely.
I think either the priest or that Cleo lady made some helicopter crash into the distance, because after I was drug to the crash site, they both looked a little tenser than they had been. That’s when I decided that this Cleo lady isn’t anything she claims to be. Boredom, as usual in this place, sets in and I head back to the haunt to take a snooze before I get a tan. Whoever these people really are, they clearly have ulterior motives.
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